"You're too late," The Broker said, the blade of his voice cutting through the tense silence. The smug tone in his voice set my nerves ablaze.
"We'll see about that," Finlay snapped, stepping forward, his gun still raised.
The Broker didn't bat an eye. Instead, he smiled-a slow, deliberate smile that twisted my stomach.
"Such confidence," he drawled. "But confidence won't save you from what's coming."
Before we could do anything, a deafening explosion rocked the ground beneath our feet. The lights flickered and died, casting the room into darkness.
"Move!" Finlay growled, his hand on my arm, tugging me toward the door.
I felt a little stunned by the sudden mayhem but steadied under the firm grip. The noise of running feet and shouting behind us filled the corridor as guards streamed
